Lyssa

LYSSSSSSA

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now all the fingers of this tree(darling)have hands,and all the hands have people;and more each particular person is(my love) alive than every world can understandand now you are and i am now and we're a mystery which will never happen again, a miracle which has never happened before-- and shining this our now must come to thenour then shall be some darkness during which fingers are without hands;and i have no you:and all trees are(any more than each leafless)its silent in forevering snow-but never fear(my own,my beautiful my blossoming)for also then's until

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